“Your voice. It’s gorgeous.”
I smile shyly. “Thanks.”
I’m not even embarrassed like I normally would be at that kind of statement. I’m just so comfortable with him. It’s crazy. And that’s when I know. I want to do this. I want to spend one wild, crazy night with Evan Anderson. Just because I can.
I take a step closer to him, fisting his shirt in my hands and rising up on my toes so I can reach his ear. “Take me home.”
He has no trouble understanding what I mean when I say it.
He just flashes me that cocky grin that I find so sexy and grabs my hand, leading my down the stairs to the train station.
Evan
We’re the only ones in the car of the train. It’s crazy. I’m not in New York a lot, but I’m pretty sure that’s not a common occurrence.
Tatum sits beside me as the train lurches forward, her eyes wide as she studies me. “I don’t do this,” she blurts out.
I laugh. “I know.”
Her eyes narrow now. “How?”
I cup her cheek, rubbing my thumb across the soft skin. “You’re a sweet girl, Tatum. I c
an tell. I have girls throwing themselves at me constantly. I can tell the difference between a nice girl and a groupie just wanting to say they slept with Evan Anderson.”
I can see her waver, my words making her doubt what she’s doing. “I’m not—”
“I know you’re not. That’s why I’m telling you that.” It almost makes me want to see her home safely and then be on my way. She’s so much better than the girls that throw themselves at me all the fucking time. But I’m not sure I’m strong enough to walk away because I also want her more than I’ve ever wanted any of them.
“If you’ve changed your mind,” I say reluctantly, “it’s okay.”
“No,” she interjects quickly, then laughs at herself. “I haven’t changed my mind. I want this.”
Thank fuck.
I flash a grin. “Good. Because I really fucking want this too.”
My words are like a signal giving her permission or something. She turns toward me, straddling me and pushing her hands against my chest until I fall back on the seat. Her legs spread wide, she wedges herself against me, and I groan. I’ve been waiting all night to feel those legs around me.
I run my fingertips slowly up the back of her thighs, cupping her ass and encouraging her to grind against me. It’s almost unbearable, this need I have to feel her on me. To get rid of these clothes between us and feel her. Hot and wet and ready. And I know she will be.
Tatum digs her fingers into my shoulders and bites her lip. So damn sexy.
I’m so hard and ready to go, I could yank her jeans down and sink into her right now. Right on the subway. Gritting my teeth, I force my eyes back to her face. I won’t rush this. I want to savor every second.
But because I just can’t wait for a taste, I slide my hand down inside the back of her jeans reaching all the way under her until my fingers reach her pussy. I need to know if she’s as turned on as I am. If she wants this as much I think she does.
“Fuck, Tatum,” I bite out when I feel how wet she is. “You’re so fucking wet for me already.”
My words must be even more of a turn on for her, because as she moans, I feel her get even wetter, soaking my fingers as I brush them back and forth along her pussy.
“Do you like that, baby?” I ask, teasing her, stroking her gently. “Do you like it when I touch your pussy? Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers?”
I flick open her jeans and unzip them, moving my hand around to the front so I can reach her better. When I press the tip of one finger inside her, and she cries out.
“Oh god,” she sighs. “Yes, yes. God, yes, I want you to fuck me.”
Shit. She’s like a live wire, writhing in my arms like she’s ready to explode, even though I’ve barely touched her.